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Valencia cursed her arrogance, and not for the first time. How could she have thought she'd survive pissing off the Syndicate? Everyone else in Valladolid was smart enough to be obedient, but no, she'd felt the need to get on their wrong side. At least now she knew why no-one else resisted them.

She been fleeing for three days and two nights now, and the Weavile was still after her. Three days through the burning Valladolid Sun, over dry plains where the trees were about twenty metres apart. She'd had no sleep, and barely any water or food for that time. She was utterly exhausted, even if she had walked for most of that time and only rarely broke out in a run. Her every muscle and bone ached and she was famished and dried out; it wouldn't be long before she'd just collapse. She had a headache from thirst and sleep deprivation, and even the gentle ringing noise her earrings made in the wind was really starting to get on her nerves by now. She should've just stayed in Villarrobledo and given herself a swift death instead of protracting things like this.

It had seemed like such a good idea when she'd first spotted the poor bastards in the cage. There were plenty of mines in need of miners, and the Syndicate was always happy to 'volunteer' those who couldn't pay their extorted fees to the mines. For a small finder's fee, of course. The day's catches were collected in a big cage for the day, and taken to the mines in the morning. It happened all over Valladolid, and was hardly the worst thing the Syndicate did, so Valencia should've minded her own business.

Instead, she had arrogantly decided she'd rescue them. Just liberate them in the night; she'd be gone from the town by the morning and never come back anyway. She had even laughed as she pictured the looks on the faces of the Syndicate's enlisters when they'd discover in the morning their new 'employees' were gone. She had felt so clever and heroic about her plan. As Valencia had told herself repeatedly the past three days, she was a bloody idiot. She didn't know those pokémon, they were not her concern, they would probably just get recaptured eventually, and she was going up against the most powerful pokémon in all Valladolid. She should have ditched the plan and just travelled on. She didn't know what had come over her; she'd seen the same happen plenty of times in other places.

The rescue itself had gone exactly as planned, surprisingly. The guards were easily dealt with thanks to her having the surprise advantage; she had dispatched them before they could have even seen what species she was. She had managed to unlock the cage quickly, and the prisoners had rapidly and quietly dispersed, making no noise save for quick whispered thanks and attracting little attention. She had left Villarrobledo quietly, a big, smug grin on her face as she'd thought she had beaten the Syndicate. She had spent the night calmly walking through the dry, grassy countryside.

It wasn't until dawn that she realised she was being pursued. Several pokémon were after her, only a kilometre behind, and it wasn't hard to figure out who they were: exquisitors from the Syndicate. They had, somehow, known. It had begun her flight. She had used every trick she could think of to lose them; used forests, rivers, and hills to try and throw them off, and for the most part she had succeeded. Only one of them was still after her, but it was a smart one. She had heard of this Weavile in town: his name was Alfonso, and he had quite a reputation in Villarrobledo; one that was clearly well-earned as he was still on her tail. Nothing had been able to throw him off her track, and every time she thought she might have lost him it wasn't long before she realised he was still there. Terror had sunk in after a day or so.

She had considered losing him in a city instead of the countryside, but while she could probably manage that with the many hiding places cities offered, it would also mean he could summon every exquisitor of that city to hunt her. She'd be even more chanceless than she was now.

She trembled at the thought of what would happen if he caught her: she would publicly be made an example of what happens to those who oppose the Syndicate in some horribly creative way. Or rather: when she got caught; it was becoming more and more obvious she was doomed. The bloodred sunset seemed an omen of her impending fate.

She heard the soothing sound of a small river ahead and figured she might try to lose him there. It hadn't worked yet, but just maybe he would lose her trail this time? It was probably her last chance, as she doubted she could flee for another night.

She gladly jumped into the water as she came upon it, sighing in delight at the cool water's touch on her overheated skin and drinking greedily as she swam downstream. She quickly felt revitalised by the refreshing water, though with the thirst gone she was only made more aware of her hunger. She was painfully famished, and might have tried how grass tasted if it wasn't for the Weavile on her trail. If she lost him, food would be her first priority.

But she wouldn't lose him, she realised with fear. The last three brooks and rivers hadn't helped her lose him, and neither would this one. It'd be a matter of hours before hunger and lack of sleep would weaken her so much she'd be caught by Alfonso. There was no escaping the exquisitor. So maybe, she thought, if she was going to get caught anyway, she should let herself be caught on her own terms. She'd rather face him here and now, with some energy left, the Sun still partially up, and with ample water to use than at midnight somewhere in a dry field where she had collapsed with hunger and exhaustion. She would even have the element of surprise at her side, she realised with a grin.

Oh, here I go again, thinking I'm smarter than the Syndicate, she thought. Because that worked out so well last time, you babosa.

Regardless, it was her only hope. She sank under water and let her blue fur camouflage her. If only the old wives' tale that Vaporeons were able to melt into water were true, she'd stand a much better chance. Instead, she waited quietly in the river, feeling it flow around her. With a few minutes time to wait, she really began to feel how hungry she was. Her stomach hurt with hunger, and her mind made it no better as she imagined chowing down all kinds of delicious foods. She really had to focus on the here and now to stop it.

Her heart beat loudly with fear as she saw Alfonso walk along the bank. Even with the element of surprise, it'd be hard not to be skewered by those claws. She held herself very still as he approached, but mentally began to take control of the water around her. Maybe he'd walk on... Maybe he wouldn't realise she was hiding here...

But he didn't. Right as he passed by and she started feeling relief, he stopped suddenly. Valencia had no time to lose and directed all the water around her; it washed over the bank and the exquisitor in a big wave that slammed him to the ground. He hit a rock with his left hand, breaking the claws off of it. Feeling victorious, Valencia directed the wave to drag him back into the river.

A sudden pulse of cold came from the Weavile and froze her wave to a hard slab of ice. She instantly lost control over it and found her rear half encased in the frigid stuff. Alfonso got up and angrily brandished the claws on his right hand.

“Nice try, traitor,” he hissed as he approached her, “that'll take a while to regrow. But it won't be enough to save you.”

Valencia squirmed fearfully to try and loosen the ice's hold on her rear and used Scald to try and melt it.
“Good job on tracking me down,” she said, trying to win some time by making him talk, “it can't have been easy. How did you do it?”

But he wasn't tricked into idle chatter. “I'm an exquisitor,” he simply said, very close now. His claws were the size and sharpness of daggers. Or a cake-knife, she thought, feeling her mouth fill with saliva instantly as she imagined eating a delicious piece of cake, mmm, cake...

NOW IS REALLY NOT THE TIME! She silenced her hungry thoughts as she strained really hard to pull herself free; fortunately she had managed to melt the ice enough and just succeeded. She rushed at Alfonso and headbutted him in the chest as he swiped at her with his claw, making him fall over again. She grabbed his right arm, intent on breaking the claws there off too, but before she could an ice-cold punch from his left arm hit her empty stomach and threw her off. The Weavile pressed her with her back against the sharp rocks of the bank and swung at her throat with his claw.

Valencia spit a ray of water right in his face, managing to dodge his stab as it distracted him, and kicked him hard in the loins. As he howled in agony, she bit down on the arm holding her and scratched at his face repeatedly, keeping up the relentless assault as it was the only way she even stood a small chance against an exquisitor. She threw him off her and stood up, and tried to dodge another swing with his claw: he made a small cut on her back.

She was expecting him to lunge at her, but instead an ice-cold beam of white shot from his forehead to her throat. She lost all control over her body as the Ice Beam froze down the nerves in her spine, and collapsed to the ground. She was left unable to move more than her eyes, only able to look on as Alfonso laughed and approached to cut her to ribbons.

But he had forgotten her powers of water: she commanded the river to rise up and engulf him, and he was swept off his feet by a wave again, and then pulled into the water. She let it draw her into the river as well and felt her neck quickly warm up again in the conductive water. Alfonso was clearly an excellent swimmer, but stood no chance when she made a whirlpool to draw him to the bottom. He might be much stronger than her, but now they were in her element.

She followed him to the river's bottom, where he struggled to swim up, grabbed his arm, and bashed his claws hard against a stone, breaking them off too. But she was mistaken to think he was beaten just because he had lost his main weapons and they were underwater: he punched her hard. Her vision filled with black spots and he grabbed her, pumping a pulse of cold through her. She struggled and managed to tear herself loose from his grip. Instead of joining the fight again, Valencia sat back and let the current keep him under.

He struggled for an impressively long time, but eventually realised she'd just drown him, and gestured his surrender. Valencia had half a mind of ignoring him and just letting him drown. He would no longer be a threat to her, and it was as much as any exquisitor deserved, really. But something in her protested. It was the kind of thing an exquisitor would do; and she wasn't one of them.

Carefully keeping an eye on him, she let the current float him to the surface and wash him up on shore. He lay there panting, too weak to move now. Valencia wasn't sure what to do next. She decided to see if it was safe for her to rest now. “What happened to the other exquisitors?”

“They...” Alfonso panted. “They – fell behind – and – spread the word – to the rest – of Valladolid.”

Valencia sighed in relief. No-one was after her any more, then; she could finally get some food and have a nice, long nap. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation and she began to drool, looking around for fruit trees. But there were none. Only then did what he said really register. “Wait, they spread the word? What do you mean?”

Alfonso grinned. “They went to other towns and cities to tell the Syndicate all about you and your little rescue attempt. You see, it doesn't matter that you defeated me; the Syndicate knows all about you now. You'll be a hunted Vaporeon all over Valladolid.”

“Diablos,” she cursed. Right now, the main thing about that that concerned her about that was that she couldn't just go to the nearest town for food; she'd have to find it here in the wilderness. And soon too: her sheer hunger was all over her mind; getting food was more important than anything to her right now. “Do you have any food?” she said with a loudly rumbling belly.

“Ate the last of my supplies this morning,” he said with a wicked smile. “Too bad for you.”

She had to search for a fruittree, then. Her stomach protested loudly. She didn't want fruit, but something big, and filling, and tasty. Suddenly the strangest transition came over her. Whereas she had only looked at Alfonso with contempt so far, as an enemy, she suddenly found him looking very tasty. She remembered that he was, though she had paid little attention to his flavour when she bit him. She banished the silly thought.

“It's not too late to surrender to me, you know. I'll make sure your execution will be a swift one. You can't escape from the Syndicate anyway, so you might as well surrender,” he taunted.

Valencia barely listened to his words as he talked on about the various kinds of executions that might await her. She hungrily licked her lips. He looked so scrumptious. Her stomach rumbled loudly for the huge meal. She had noticed during their fight he was strong; and that was all from delicious fleshy muscle. Her ravenous stomach cried out for the food. No, not food, she corrected, wondering what was wrong with her; a Weavile. A delicious Weavile. A big, delightful piece of food that she longed to eat. He looked so incredibly tasty, she could just devour him.

Sheer animal instinct took over. She pounced her delicious prey as he talked on. Before either of them realised what was happening, she opened her mouth wide before his face, giving him a look into her dark, hungry throat, her tongue laid out like a red carpet for him. The next moment, her maw was around his head. She moaned in delight at his flavour, which was even better than she had expected. He cried out in shock and fear, but she greedily began swallowing him down, anxious to eat this delicious food.

She was vaguely aware of pain in her mouth and throat as she opened wide for his shoulders and her throat distended for his head, but it was overwhelmed by utter delight to be eating something so tasty. Her prey struggled to stop her from eating him, but with his shoulders being swallowed already by the ravenous Vaporeon his arms had much less mobility and weakly pressed against her chest to pull him out of her.
But her swallows were much stronger than his struggles, sending him down to his doom as her oesophagus distended for him and pulled him down. His legs flailed uselessly.

The rest of his torso was easy once Valencia had swallowed his shoulders, and she enjoyed licking over his tasty fur as she ate him, feeling his head nudge lower and lower in her throat. While she was working his belly in, her stomach suddenly exploded with delight as it was filled well for the first time in days by her prey's head. It expanded, its elastic tissue stretching as more and more of him filled it. She would perhaps have cried out in delight if it wasn't for the Weavile filling her mouth; as it was she just made some indistinct murring noises. She quickly ate his hips and moved on to his panicky flailing legs.

Her stomach ached badly as it stretched beyond any normal meal, and she would certainly have stopped eating if she wasn't being controlled by pure instinct and hunger. As it was, she continued swallowing her delicious prey and her stomach quickly grew so large there was no room for it in the normal confines of her belly; it pressed against her belly wall, which bulged out and made a round, blue bump hang under her, quickly growing. All this stretching of her body was very painful, but it was drowned out by pure delight and the closest she got to giving it any thought was her joy that there was still so much of her meal left.

She purred with pleasure she ate his knees, still trashing about in a vain attempt to escape her ravenous body. She licked over his lower legs and feet, savouring the last bit of her prey joyfully as he curled up inside her ever-growing stomach, distending it so far her belly hung halfway to the ground by now. He was being pulled in evermore, and his delectable feet were drawn into Valencia's mouth. She licked over them, finding them incredibly tasty, her tongue happily exploring every toe. Instinctively, she bit off his pointy footclaws so he couldn't hurt her with them, spitting out the long, sharp nails as she continued to play with his feet with her tongue. Her oesophagus kept pulling him in, but she continued licking over his feet until they completely disappeared in her throat, never to be seen again.

But the joyous meal didn't end there: her already huge belly was still growing as more and more of her prey entered it, and she felt his legs slowly sliding down her oesophagus. She savoured every moment of it, her eyes closed in bliss, until he was at last entirely in her stomach. A loud belch came back, and she was left standing there, her eyes still closed, purring in joy. The pain her growing stomach and belly caused her subsided now that they were not engorging any more but had settled on a single - albeit enormous - size. Valencia's entire being was filled with the exultant feeling her belly gave her.

“Ahhhhhhh...” she sighed blissfully. “Mmmmm...”

She was quiet for a while, taking in the joy of her full belly. “Ahhh... That was... That was so... Mmmmm...”
She stood there for a while longer before her thoughts, drowned in sheer ecstasy for a long time, slowly came back. It began with an odd feeling that something weird had happened, which slowly developed into the realisation of what that was. She opened her eyes wide in shock and looked at her belly, thinking it had to have been a dream.

Her blue gut was gigantic and hung nearly unto the ground. It was very round, but there were smaller bulges on it, which were moving about, shifting their place and size. With the movement of the bulges came waves of pleasure. She felt painfully full, but it also felt so incredibly good. She felt her huge belly's heavy weight drag on her spine and hindlegs and decided to lie down. However, she was scared her belly might explode if she wasn't careful with it, so she didn't dare to just lower herself. Instead she let herself fall onto the grass on her right side. She tried to catch herself with her front paws, but found she'd got much heavier and slightly hurt herself. She carefully tried to roll onto her back, but found her heavy gut wanted to keep lying next to her. She had to carefully push it on top of her with her lower leg as she rolled onto her back, and then kept her hindlegs in the air as a support on either side of it. It sat on top of her body like a huge blue mountain, taking away most of her view.

“...Madre de dios...” she said at last. She could barely believe what had happened, but her huge rounded belly was there as evidence. She could only stare at her gigantic gut, picturing the Weavile inside. “...I... I ate him!” she gasped, stating the obvious to try and wrap her mind around it. “I really ate him...” As muffled sounds came from inside her and the bulges moved, filling her with bliss, she realised she hadn't just eaten him, but had swallowed him whole. And alive. He was still alive in her... “And it was the nicest thing I've ever felt...”

She had heard stories of pokémon who could swallow others whole of course, aside from ones for which it was a known ability like Swalot and Arbok, but had never seriously believed those tales. She wondered if it was like a special one-in-a-million talent, or if every pokémon could do it but barely any realised they could, or if something had happened to her to give her this ability... But as her belly let out a loud gurgling noise and she trembled with joy, she decided that for the moment, it didn't matter.

Right now, all that mattered was what was going to happen to her. Would her body even be able to handle getting stretched like this? As she heard the muffled calls from within her belly, she considered trying to vomit Alfonso out again. But she immediately realised there was no way she could do that. In her ravenous state of hunger she had somehow managed to stretch her oesophagus enough to let him in, but there was no way she would be able to let him out. What would happen to him in there, then? Would her stomach actually be able to digest something as large as a whole other person? It seemed impossible, but so did swallowing another person. If she couldn't digest him, would she be carrying him inside her forever? She didn't think she could walk very far with such a heavy gut. Would he be able to hurt her in there? She was lucky his claws had been broken off, or he would cut her open from inside.

Alfonso suddenly moved wildly, and Valencia gasped in joy and squirmed with her paws. “Ohhhh...” she moaned. Feeling him move around in there felt wonderful, his movements pressing on her belly from inside and tickling it a little from in there. She guessed that meant he couldn't hurt her too; he had to be trying his very best to escape or kill her; she certainly would if she had been eaten. It made her pity him for a moment, stuck in her belly in a seemingly impossible situation, pressed on tightly from all sides by her stomach as it tried to digest him. She wondered if it would be worse for him if it succeeded and he was digested alive or if it failed and he was stuck in there forever.

Her belly was making more and more noises, gurgling and groaning noises. She wondered if that was a good thing or a bad one. It certainly felt good, as each noise was accompanied with an amazing feeling. As she stared at the large blue gut squirming on top of her, she wondered what it felt like. She hadn't even touched it yet, scared she might explode from the slightest disturbance.

She softly touched her belly with a single finger. A small spark of delight came from the touch. Her skin felt incredibly stretched and tight, her fur standing out on top of it. She pressed slightly harder and made a small dent for a moment; it felt even nicer. She put her entire paw on it and it felt wonderful, much like the struggles coming from inside. She could feel them with her paw too, feel Weavile trash about panicky inside her. It was a crazy feeling, but a very good one. She put her other forepaw to her belly too and began stroking it softly. Her skin was incredibly sensitive now that it was stretched like this and her petting felt very good. Feeling curious, she pressed hard on her belly, and instead of exploding it gurgled loudly and felt delightful. Alfonso squirmed inside.

She laughed mirthfully, liking this more and more with each passing minute. “Oh, you like that, hmm, belly?” she giggled. She pressed hard with both paws and began moving them in circles, to loud happy gurgles from her gut. She shivered with delight at the feeling of it. It was just a shame her belly was so big she could only reach half of it... She considered sitting up to try and reach the rest, but she was lying so nicely... She closed her eyes and rubbed her belly some more, her prey squirming inside her. She had never felt so incredibly full in her life, and his squirms were like a wonderful massage from inside, while her own rubbing on the outside felt almost as good. Feeling utterly happy and satisfied, she quickly felt her mind sink away into sleep.

–

Valencia awoke feeling delightful and well-rested. She had had such an awesome dream... Eating that Weavile had felt very good and real; a shame it was just a dream. She had never had such a good meal.
Keeping her eyes closed in after-joy of the dream, her left shoulder itched and she brought her right paw to scratch it... But collided with something soft. She opened her eyes and saw her belly was huge and round, like a mountain on top of her. “Dios mío, it was real...” she said as she touched it. It was very soft now, squishing in easily under her paw. It was still gurgling and groaning loudly, but the movement inside had stopped, and it had shrunk down to about two thirds its former size. “I... I digested him...” she gasped. She was surprised her stomach could digest a whole Weavile in a single night. Well, a day and a night: she noticed the Sun was in the west again; she had slept through a whole day to recover from her flight.

She wasn't sure what to feel; it still felt very good, but she also felt guilty for eating Alfonso. He was a real bastard and an exquisitor of the Syndicate, but still, she had eaten him and that wasn't exactly nice either. But it had felt so good. Still did. She thought she wasn't done digesting yet; her belly was still making those noises and she still felt very full. She was certainly going to enjoy every moment of digestion, especially since this would be the one and only time she ever did this. Well, unless she was really hungry. No, not even then; she couldn't do this to another person again. Unless it was a really evil person, of course, who deserved it. No, not even a really evil person. She would never eat anyone again. Probably. No, certainly. Unless her instinct just overwhelmed her like that again. No, she wouldn't let that happen, she would be on her guard against it now. Though of course it was always possible her guard might 'accidentally' slip sometime...

She sighed. It would be really hard to fight this urge now that she knew she could eat other pokémon whole. It had felt amazingly good, yet she couldn't possibly do it to anyone again. Or to herself, she realised as she looked at her arms, which were much fatter now than before. In fact, she had become quite chubby overnight, even disregarding her huge belly. Yesterday she had been thin, except for her enormous gut, but now while her belly was a bit smaller, she was much fatter overall. “I guess that's what I get for eating someone my own size,” she giggled, laughing extra as she saw her belly jiggle along in a silly way. At least she would now look less like the thin Vaporeon the Syndicate was looking for.

She got up, finding she had to use a lot more force to lift her heavy body, and decided to go for a swim. It
would probably be wise not to stay here any longer anyway, since the Syndicate might find her again. She found she was able to walk, but with every step her hind legs would press against her heavy, hanging belly and push it away, and after a few steps her belly got into a very funny sway from side to side, swinging from the left to the right and back with a tickling feeling.

She splashed into the water and felt her extra weight just disappear, supported by the water. It was a very nice change from the heavy force she had to exert just to fight gravity, but as she began to swim she noticed she went much slower than usual, her big belly making her less streamlined. “Hmm, this will take some getting used to.”

–

When Valencia awoke the next day, she felt hungry for the first time since she'd eaten Alfonso. Yet her belly was still enormous at about a third of its original size. It was bloated, fat, and round, but had stopped making its digestive noises. She felt only very soft pudge when she pressed her paws into it; in fact there was soft pudge all over her body as she had become quite a fat Vaporeon. She'd need to figure out a way to get rid of it all. Shouldn't be too hard, with her adventurous lifestyle; always travelling and occasionally not finding enough food like usual would have her lose that weight soon enough, especially now that she was an enemy of the Syndicate.

As she got up, her stomach rumbled deep under many layers of fat. Maybe she would run into another tasty pokémon today, she thought, licking her lips. Maybe she'd meet another tasty Syndicate bastard and show him where the last one went... Or perhaps just a lone traveller like herself, or a peasant, or-
She broke off the thought, horrified. She really had to find some normal food; she was a threat to others hungry like this. She sighed. Her new talent was turning out to be a bit of a double-edged sword.

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Well, I liked Valencia and the backstory behind the pic of her so much I decided to write it out. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'd greatly appreciate any comments you might have. I don't know if this is but the first of Valencia's adventures I write out or if I'll do other ones.

The image of Valencia: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10282817/

Valencia's next nommy adventure: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10339970/